Taming Precious Sinclair (16 page)

“Audrey, tell Milt to forget about Stone for now. Focus on the media. He has contacts. Tell him to work those ends. There has to be at least one network willing to report the truth. Tell him, I don’t care what he has to do. I don’t care what this will cost me. I want results. I don’t believe that the only solution is for Precious to agree to a trial engagement. Besides... If she doesn’t return to the show, we’ll never be in the position to properly repair her reputation. She’ll never be able to work in her current profession, if we don’t clean this mess up. Audrey, I need you to explain this to Milt. Make him understand. Tell him, to put more people on this. I don’t care if the entire department is working on Precious Sinclair’s case. And get somebody over to her house. I’m getting too many conflicting reports about the protesters. On your next call, I want a complete list, detailing everything that has been defaced. It doesn’t sound like anyone has gone back to check on her house since she left the place. When you send someone over there, I want the damages to be repaired; then place a guard there to prevent it from happening again.”

Hamilton felt a presence in the room. He frowned, turning his head in the direction of the hall. Standing near the rooms entrance; Precious stood and her stare came close to stopping his heart. Her body was stiff like a statue but her lips trembled uncontrollably. Her eyes were wide and transfixed with a lost expression. But the thing that really jarred him. She was crying. No, he thought. Her eyes were literally wetting the floor where she stood; raining down sorrowful tears. Even as her body wept, Hamilton noticed that she didn’t make a sound. He couldn’t understand how she managed this.

Without saying goodbye to Audrey; Hamilton ended the call, then he switched off the power. That was it for today. He didn’t want anymore reports, giving him nothing but bad news. Hamilton lifted from his seat, making his way to where she stood. He didn’t waste time asking her if she needed comforting. Hamilton gathered Precious into his arms; holding her tight but she didn’t have the strength to take hold. So, he held her tight enough for the two of them.

In a soft voice he asked...

“How much of that did you hear?”

Precious still had not uttered a word, mainly because her mouth was still dry. When she finally spoke, her voice strained, making a harsh, grating sound.

“They hate me. They hate me Hamilton.”

Hamilton knew, standing in the hall wasn’t the place to have this conversation. He guided her over to the sofa, prompting her to sit along side of him. In front of them on the coffee table, Precious saw a half emptied bottle of wine. The same bottle she’d drank from earlier. While she’d been sleeping, Hamilton had corked the bottle and she also noticed that he’d removed her glass.

She pointed at the wine, saying...

“I’m thirsty Hamilton.”

He eyed the bottle, mindful of her excessive drinking. As he chewed on that thought, Hamilton came to a firm conclusion. Wine was the last thing that she needed, so he thought to offer her something else.

“Stay here. I’ll get you a glass of water.”

“I don’t want water. Water won’t help me go to sleep. I need something stronger. I just can’t deal with this anymore.”

Now, came the cry, ushered in by her wailing voice. The sound grew with each passing second. Hamilton didn’t want to leave her, so he stayed at her side. He pulled her in close, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. He said...

“Drinking isn’t the answer Precious.”

“It helps Hamilton. It numbs me...and that’s what I want. I don’t want to feel anymore. I just can’t take this pain any longer.”

He stroked the side of her face; using his forefinger to guide her gaze towards him. He smiled, saying...

“You’re not in this alone Precious. I’m here to help you. You can lean on me, for a while.”

She sniffled, allowing her soul to fall into the well of his penetrating gray eyes. It was then that she realized something. Precious didn’t want the false comfort that the wine gave her. She wanted something substantially more gratifying than that. She wanted Hamilton Gantry.

Her eyes lowered, considering the shape of his mouth. She studied his lips, recalling all that she’d remembered. His seductive smile had the power to tempt and tease. Her eyes lowered further still; following his chin to the slope of his neck. When he swallowed, she watched his bobbing Adam’s apple then her eyes fell beneath his neck. She studied dark tufts of chest hair that curled above his shirt collar. Everything about him was a lure, charming her and reeling her in. With a slight dip of her head; in her admiring glances, her eyes caressed him much like a paintbrush covering a canvas. The part of her brain that tried to protect her heart; Precious muted the pleas that called out to her. For tonight, there would be no inhibitions.

Hamilton had watched her slow surveillance, starting at his eyes, then ending somewhere below his neck. Her flattering admiration and fixed stares had triggered his arousal. He felt the tandem movements of her hand and her body; making an unshakable approach. He wasn’t even sure how it happened but in slow motion; Precious had worked her hand beneath the hem of his shirt. Her soft fingers gently caressed the hairs on his abdomen. Hamilton breathed in a quick breath of air. Her touch was like a hot poker, searing him. The fiery burn caused every nerve to sizzle and come to life. The experience was savage and carnal. In those few seconds, Hamilton wanted to rip Precious free of her clothes with his teeth and hands. He wanted to shred every piece of fabric that covered her body. Then he would be free to completely ravish her; taking her any way that he wanted.

Precious breathed in, holding his scent in her lungs, like a cleansing breath. Her mouth was on his neck, brushing soft kisses there. The combination was an exhilarating effect that had paralyzed him. Sparks flashed in his vision and he was certain these flares weren’t coming from the fireplace. As she worked her mouth, trailing her kisses down his throat, Hamilton felt her hand steadily moving over his buttons. She was opening them one by one, until his shirt lie open. Now with his chest exposed, she covered one nipple with her lips. He sucked in a quick whiff of air. A budding feeling was beginning to grow and he sensed a loss of control but he was helpless to stop this. He groaned when she tugged at his belt, while stroking his length with her other hand. Precious flipped back the buckle, pulling the metal free from the hole. She unbuttoned the top of his pants, then started for the zipper.

“Oh babe...” The words slipped from his mouth in a whisper because the feeling was so damn good to him. Hamilton’s erection was bulging to burst free from his pants. He could hardly move his hips, for fear of injury. Precious slid steady fingers across his zipper; easing it down in one fluid motion. When his fly was open, she reached inside of his pants, pulling free his heavy full length. When she glimpsed her first glorious peek; his erection winked, then saluted her in all its magnificent glory. The room didn’t have much light, but the space glowed orange from the fire. Precious could see his sex clearly but her eyes couldn’t believe how enormous his penis actually was. Stunned, she gripped him at the base of his shaft but his girth prevented her thumb and forefinger from touching. As she held him as if she held a prized possession; Precious experienced an epiphany. As pre-cum moistened the head of his penis, she admitted that after seeing his size, any sane woman would have serious doubts. And they definitely would reconsider what she had in mind to do. In spite of her reservations, Precious didn’t dither nor waver. This moment had been a long time coming and she wouldn’t back away from it. Precious slinked her body down, rubbing against him and deliberately arousing him. When she kneeled, she wedged her hips in between his knees. When she lowered her head, taking him in her mouth; Hamilton glided his hand across her head. She teased him by brushing her lips across his cock; then she sucked, easing the tip of his head slowly inside of her mouth. Hamilton squeezed his eyes closed, fighting to maintain his control. He tucked his fingers in locks of her hair, steadying his hold at the base of her neck. He felt her head as it rose then gently fell; taking in more of him. The way her lips and tongue sucked and caressed him. Hamilton was hers to do with as she pleased. Her name slipped from his lips unguarded.

“Precious... Oh honey please...”

She lifted her head to ask...

“Tell me what you want Hamilton.”

“That. That.”

He whispered. His breaths were heavy and the sounds were more like pants. He was fighting now, for every intake of air. The heady feeling was pushing him closer and closer to experiencing
the little death.
Hamilton was becoming lightheaded but the dizzy feeling wasn’t worth stopping her. Hell, if he passed out, requiring Precious to revive him; Hamilton would endure that, as long as she didn’t stop pleasuring him in her unique and beguiling way.

When she went down on him, Precious tried to draw as much of him inside of her mouth as her throat would allow. She sucked, opening her mouth wide, until her jaws and cheeks ached. Hamilton guided her head with his hand, being careful not to gag her. The enormous size of his erection presented a challenge but Precious didn’t shy away from it. Just looking at his cock was a complete and total turn on. His proportions alone were worth the ogling and already, her panties were wet. While pleasuring him, she’d felt a rush of blood, then the trigger caused her clit to throb. With every lick and tantalizing suck; her attention to his cock edged her closer to experiencing an orgasm.

Hamilton groaned his pleasure. When Precious gripped his balls, squeezing until the pain demanded a response. He felt an uncontrollable bucking of his hips. He felt her mouth form into a smile, then her hold loosened; her touch aroused him with a gentle massage. Then the pace would quicken again. Her tongue danced across his shaft; playing him like a coveted Stradivarius. Even the sounds that she made clouded his thoughts. Her poetic moans edged him to a point of climax. Hamilton had had about all he could stand. Precious would take him to a precipice, leaving him there to hang. Then her kisses and teasing would lead him back to level ground; starting the process all over again. Hamilton wasn’t complaining. Her cat and mouse way of making love was the most erotic experience he’d ever had. But his desire to spill his seed, was far greater then allowing her to continue this. She was baiting him but he wanted so much more.

When her head lifted on an up stroke, Hamilton quickly hooked his hands under her armpits. He lifted her up, bringing her face to face with him. Without saying one word, his mouth covered hers. In that hot and heavy kiss, her chest molded into the fold of his body. She felt her arms lifting, then coiling around his neck. She started peeling off his shirt, desperately trying to touch his skin.

She pulled her head back, gasping for air. She forced her words out like trains connected on a railway.

“Help me get your clothes off.”

Hamilton stared at her and in that blinking second; something snapped. He could hear a portion of his brain. Minutes earlier, that same portion had been deafly silent. Yet now, the questions blared loudly, like tornado sirens. What am I doing? He asked himself. What in the hell am I doing? He asked again. Precious was pulling on the sleeves of his shirt; trying her best to remove his clothes.

“Oh man... Precious. Wait a minute. Let’s think about what we’re doing here...before we make a big mistake.”

Precious stopped, then she stared at him. She looked like she’d just been doused with a bucket of cold water. Her face was a mixed bag of confusion, surprise, then anger. She blurted out her words, with hands perched on her hips.

“I don’t need to think Hamilton. I want you. I want you as much as you want me.”

“Yeah but...”

“No buts Hamilton. You know that I’m right. We want this.”

She cupped his length, causing him to grunt, but his moan didn’t stop her from saying...

“You want me.” She spoke softly this time. And the words were like a gentle caress. “Hamilton...” Sweet nectar, he thought when she said his name. Precious continued...

“I want you.”

This time, she guided his hands, pressing his fingers in between hers and her flesh. She loosened the zipper on her pants; allowing him to feel the moistness between her legs. She looked into his eyes, watching his expression as he moved his fingers inside of her. He swirled her most sensitive spot, and the sensation caused her to lose her balance. Precious fell into his chest. Without meaning to; Hamilton had given Precious her first orgasm.

She parted her lips, moistening them with her tongue, when she said...

“Make love to me Hamilton.”

“Precious. I want to. You know that I’ve wanted to for a very long time.”

“Then don’t think about it. Don’t analyze it. Just do it. Make love to me.”

Doing that would be so easy for him. But making love to her wasn’t the problem. He said...